My Recycled Soul (A Sample)

In my room, I change into my pyjamas and then I burrow in under my bedding.

I close my eyes and my persistent, over-active imagination once again conjures Jared's handsome face in front of me. I will not see him again until Monday. Miserably my heart skips a beat. Even if he does not like me, I like him and even if I can only stare at him longingly, without anybody noticing, I will be okay.

Not!

Falling for him so quickly, I know deep down I am being completely brainless, but can a person really dictate to their heart?

I don't think so.

From this moment, every time I see him, even though I would want to be close to him, to feel his arms fold around me once more, I will ignore him too. I will never let him know how I feel, or that I was dense enough to fall in love with him, just because he showered me with attention for one evening.

Silly Elizabeth.